With delicacy, Goren put Eames on the bed.
He wanted to move away, but she held him back.
- Don't leave me.
She had just shouted her words.
It was the first time she had shouted at him.
But this voice, this cry, was one of fear.
What was she afraid of?
He was not going to leave her alone after what had just happened.
On the contrary...
He grabbed her hands, put them in his, squeezed them gently.
He brought them to his lips, kissing them.
- I'm not going anywhere...
At his words, she accepted that he was moving away from her.
He went to the door, to lock it, and returned towards her.
He came to sit beside her, and attracted her by the waist, tightening it against him.
Eames put his fingers on her chest, caressing it.
- I was so afraid... His voice broke. That you wouldn't want me anymore...
She burst into tears, and threw herself into his arms.
Damn it...
How could she think such a thing?
He loved her more than anything.
And nothing would change that.
Gently, he lifted her chin, brought his fingers to her tears, wiping them gently.
- I will never abandon you.
Alex looked into Goren's brown eyes.
Was it true...
Would he never leave her?
Did he still want her after what had just happened.
He nodded his head.
- Yes, I want you... and even more.
In his eyes, in his voice, was sincerity.
She who had thought he wouldn't want her anymore...
Not to touch her anymore.
Her heart began to beat violently in her chest.
- Bobby...
She lowered her gaze, not daring to look at him.
What did Alex want to ask him?
She suddenly raised her head, biting her lips.
- Will you kiss me?
Then it was that...
The girl wanted a kiss.
He smiled, tenderized.
Of course...
That he was going to kiss her.
And even every part of her body, to make her forget, the hands of those dirty men.
With softness, he took her face between his hands, brought his face closer to hers, and took possession of her lips.
His kiss that he wanted tender, transformed itself into something of bestial.
Alex forced the passage of his lips, intermingling their languages in a wild dance.
She coiled up against him, sticking her breasts against his chest, and wrapped her legs around his waist, sticking her intimate part rubbed it against his member.
He had to calm her down...
Eames was doing this out of desperation.
He knew that every victim of sexual abuse, or touching, could react in different ways.
And right now, she was reacting in one of those ways.
But the more she did this, the more she stoked a violent fire inside him.